The Chav and His Weed


I am on bed. My window opens onto a roof. My chav neighbours window opens onto the same roof. I can smell his weed.

He climbs onto the roof with his family. Talking about insurance. He climbs in my window. I’m anxious, but he’s ok. He has mental health issues but is a lot like me. We talk. He offers me a joint. I decline because of my medication. He sleeps in a spare bed. In a dream within a dream, I see a badger under a duvet, with baby badgers playing beside her.

I awake. My neighbour stirs under his quilt, and orders me to fetch him a black coffee and a skinny kitten.

I now want him to go. I talk him out of the window, and close it behind him.

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